Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 648: Chapter 648 Getting Stabbed_1

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According to the game rules, once the discussion phase ends, it immediately moves into the voting phase, and no further discussion is allowed.

But she was Violet Nelson, naturally entitled to special treatment.

Everyone thought, isn’t it true? Maybe numbers 11 and 12 were both werewolves, pretending to be seers on purpose?

Because of Violet’s final remark, the voting shifted: some votes went to number 2, and others went to Purple Summers and Zara Jameson.

In the end, the judge tallied the votes, and by a margin of one vote, identified the number 2 werewolf.

When the identity card of the number 2 werewolf was revealed, it was clear that Violet’s actions had been a ploy to protect her ally, leaving no suspense in the game.

—The villagers achieved victory.

Violet, as if she had just had a narrow escape, patted her chest and said with a smile, “I was so nervous just now, I never thought I’d be discovered.”

Having said this, she turned to look at Ms. Summers: “Ms. Summers, you’re amazing. I thought I was acting pretty well, but you saw right through me, you really are a master at the game.”

Violet’s words were warm and cheerful as if she harbored no resentment about being identified earlier, making her seem even more gentle, generous, and well-mannered.

“Just lucky.” Purple Summers smiled.

The Graves Family young masters, one by one, consoled Violet: “Ms. Nelson has such an honest nature, it’s normal for her not to play a good werewolf, it’s a tough game!”

“Yes, playing the werewolf is very difficult, you have to figure out whom to kill and also disguise your expression, the ones who are good at playing a werewolf are probably very cunning!”

With these comments, could Violet’s failure be chalked up not to her mistake, but to her straightforward and naïve character?

Zara Jameson couldn’t stand it any longer and whispered to Purple Summers: “Are these people playing the game or are they fanboying over her?”

Purple Summers could not help but chuckle. Zara, the good girl, rarely made snide remarks, but when she did, they were quite sharp.

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In the second round of the werewolf game, Purple Summers again drew the villager card. She pouted her lips, a bit disappointed.

Actually, she had wanted to try playing as a werewolf.

This time the werewolves made a precise strike, eliminating the seer in the first round.

Without the seer to verify anyone’s role, everyone had to rely purely on guesswork, resulting in a chaotic discussion with all sorts of opinions.

Violet once again directed suspicion towards Purple Summers.

“Ms. Summers has keen observations; she guessed everyone’s identity correctly in the last round. This time the seer died right at the beginning, so I still suspect Ms. Summers…” Violet said with a smile to Purple Summers, “Don’t take it the wrong way, Ms. Summers. During the dealing of the cards, I saw you pouted your lips. Did you get the werewolf card, so you were worried?”

After Violet, almost everyone felt Purple Summers was the werewolf.

Purple Summers wasn’t always so on point; when it was her turn to speak, she listed two suspicious individuals, but in the end, she was still voted out by Violet and her die-hard fans.

“Ah, I made a mistake.” Violet looked apologetic upon seeing Purple Summers’ villager card, “I’m really sorry, Ms. Summers.”

“It’s just a game, nobody has clairvoyance, mistakes are bound to happen.” Another person tried to comfort her.

Purple Summers glanced at Violet, her smile serene, and didn’t say anything.

However, in the subsequent games, Purple Summers always got eliminated in the first round—either feared by the werewolves and taken out, or led astray by Violet and voted out.

Jane McCain, Zara Jameson, and Ryan Wesley were all quite indignant, but it wasn’t easy to say anything.

After all, when playing this kind of game, everyone shares a similar mentality: eliminate the experts first.

If Purple Summers got upset about it, it would only make her seem petty.

Gerald Graves, acting as the game judge, felt rather apologetic, having invited Purple Summers over only for her to be treated like this.

In a new round, unsurprisingly, Purple Summers was once again voted out in the first round.

“Ms. Summers, you’re really too good at this game. If you were the werewolf, we’d definitely have no chance of winning… Please don’t mind.” Violet explained gently.

Purple Summers smiled and turned over her card, which just so happened to be that of the werewolf.

“Ah, fortunate that Ms. Nelson had foresight!”

“Voting for number 11 right at the start was the right call!”

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